As the sun dipped below the horizon, the farm was bathed in a gentle glow of pink and orange. Rosalina Pinkhorn stood at the barn door, her big eyes gazing out over the fields. The grass shimmered softly under the moon’s silver light, and fireflies flickered like tiny stars dancing among the tall stalks.
Rosalina felt a tiny flutter in her tummy—part excitement, part nervousness. She wondered what dreams might come when she closed her eyes. The cool night air made her fur tingle, and she shivered just a little.
Suddenly, Benny the bunny hopped over, his nose twitching happily. “Don’t worry, Rosalina,” he said softly. “Even the night has its magic. I’ve had dreams about jumping through moonbeams and chasing glowing fireflies.”
Daisy the duck waddled up, her feathers soft and shiny. “And I dream of floating on a cloud, watching the stars twinkle,” she quacked gently. “Nighttime is peaceful if you listen to the crickets singing lullabies.”
Oliver the owl swooped down from his perch on a nearby fence post, his big eyes gentle and kind. “Everyone feels a little nervous about night,” he hooted softly. “But the dark is just a friend that helps us rest. Close your eyes, Rosalina, and imagine a sky full of sparkling stars. Think of all the wonderful dreams waiting for you.”
Rosalina listened carefully, feeling their words wrap around her like a warm blanket. She looked up at the sky, where tiny twinkles blinked down at her. The moon’s glow made the fields look like a sea of shimmering silver.
Her friends gathered close, forming a circle around her cozy barn bed. Benny snuggled beside her, Daisy floated nearby, and Oliver perched quietly on a low beam, watching over her.
With a deep breath, Rosalina climbed into her bed, her heart feeling a little lighter. The soft hay felt warm and safe beneath her. She closed her eyes and pictured the starry sky, each star a tiny lantern glowing in the dark.
A gentle lullaby seemed to float through the air, sung softly by the whispering wind and her friends’ comforting voices. Rosalina felt her eyelids grow heavy, her worries melting away like morning dew.
As she drifted into her dreams, she imagined herself floating among the stars, twirling and shining just like them. The farm was quiet now, peaceful and calm, wrapped in the magic of night.
And in her heart, Rosalina knew that with her friends beside her, she was never truly alone—even in the deepest dreams, there was always light and love to guide her home.